So I was a bit distracted and maybe not paying much attention to Miss Crossface as she went on and on and on about uniforms and propriety and rules an... sluts and regulations and teen-whores with their titties and sodden-cuntedness exposed for all and sundry to use and abuse. And as each word or phrase spewed from her tight-lipped mouth, she dug her finger-claws into my heaving, blood-thickened, stingy, quivery, nips. All I could do was gasp and squeal and whimper as my head went all fuzzy, and. ”Saying this, she continued her tease by holding her boobs and then squeezing them and rubbing them. This act of her made me really wild and I sniffed the wet spots on her panty and started stroking my dick upside down. I was making wild noises, “Ohhhhh .. . Ahhh Ahhh Ahhhhh .. . Chachi .. pleasee don’t tease me like this. Ahhh Ahhh. Please Chachi .. Please. Ahhhh.. Hmmm…” I was stroking my cock like a machine.I was going insane. My condition was nothing less than a hungry man who had not. “It figures.”Her gown – strapless at the shoulders, is indeed too loose as the tops shifted away as well, heading south on the body of a lovely cat-girl.Standing back up again she sees clearly in the mirror her now bared upper chest from where the ‘shifting of the gown’ occurred. Hair long and silken hair hung down loosely (today it is as white as the virgin snows in the high mountains); flowing just so to encompass rather than conceal both breasts enticingly highlighted between the ink-brush. She was trying to calm her father when Charlie laid his left hand on her father’s chest and closed his eyes for a few moments. He frowned and then looked straight into her eyes and shook his head gravely. She wanted to go into hysterics… her father wasn’t going to make it. The ambulance transporting her mother arrived a few minutes later. The crew had already pronounced her dead at the scene but her father had refused to let them take him until they promised to try to revive his wife. It didn’t.